Chapter Ten
Alora
Kreos escorted me back to my room, his presence both intimidating and oddly comforting. I’d prepared myself for a goodnight kiss, ready to play my new part of happy fiancée, but he simply opened the door and ushered me inside. But not before issuing another warning about the armed guards and dogs that patrolled the estate—a clear message to not try to leave.
I was surprised to find racks of designer clothes hanging in a rainbow of colors and fabrics from silk to cashmere in my closet. Someone must have brought them up when we were at dinner. I rubbed a sweater against my face and sighed into the material. For a moment, an odd feeling of jealousy ran through me at the thought they might belong to another woman. But then I realized the price tags were still attached.
A mix of emotions came over me. Anger at being forced into this situation, confusion at Kreos’ motives, and, even more perplexing, excitement.
I woke early in the morning because I had a plan for the day, and that plan involved getting outside of this compound. I put on a pair of tight black slacks and a green silk top that matched my eyes. It definitely wasn’t something I would typically wear, but the clothes clung to my curves and felt luxurious. I put my hair in a French braid, tossed on some mascara and then headed downstairs.
Tash, Grigori, Anya, and Gavriil were all in the kitchen drinking coffee and looked surprised to see me.
“Good morning.” I plastered a smile on my face, which made Gavriil narrow his eyes. “Gavriil, it’s too early to be scowling.” I sat down at the little breakfast nook just as an older man came around the corner.
“That’s his permanent face.” The older man chuckled and came right toward me with his arms open. “You must be Alora. I’m Vlad, Anya’s husband and head chef.” He squeezed me in a tight hug, then looked me up and down. “Too skinny. You’ll need to eat more since you’ll be eating for two soon.”
My eyes widened at his comment. The rest of the room erupted in laughter.
OK, it was too early for baby talk.
“Let me prepare you a proper breakfast. You like eggs, meats?” Vlad rolled up his shirt and walked over to the stove, not waiting for me to answer.
Anya checked her watch, then stood. “The Pakhan ate early this morning, but you will typically eat your meals with him in the master dining area. This room is for staff.”
“Oh, I can’t eat in here?” I quirked my eyebrow.
“Leave her, Anya,” Vlad scolded. “She can eat wherever she likes.”
Gavriil cleared his throat and laid his newspaper down in his neat little stack. “You’re up early, Miss Wolfe.”
“Yes, Kreos said I could go out as long as I had security with me.” I glanced at Tash and Grigori. “I have some errands that I want to run, so I thought I’d get a head start. ”
“What kind of errands?” Kreos’ deep voice came from behind me, and I startled. I swiveled around in my stool, and immediately wished I hadn’t.
There he stood, a Greek god carved from flesh and ink.
He was shirtless, using a towel to wipe down the sheen of sweat on his body. My gaze traveled from his black training pants that molded to his muscular legs, up to the “V” of his lower abdomen. Tattoos covered his entire torso, up his chest and arms, way more than he’d had years ago.
I was fairly certain I stared at his Adonis belt for far longer than was socially acceptable. When our eyes finally met, a knowing smirk played at the corners of his lips. He took a step forward, deliberately into the space between my spread legs, and reached for a cup of coffee. His scent of sweat and pure masculinity enveloped me, and I couldn’t stop myself from inhaling as he leaned over me.
“Good morning, kotic ,” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. The low timbre of his voice sent goosebumps down my arm, and I had to bite my bottom lip to stop whatever traitorous sound was about to come out.
If he could make me unravel this easy, what was going to happen when we slept in the same room together? Or maybe we wouldn’t. Maybe it wouldn’t be that type of marriage.
Fake marriage.
“We have staff who can take care of your errands.” Kreos sipped his coffee, crossing one ankle over the other as he leaned against the counter.
“Yes, but I need to go to the art studio to pick up some photos. And you said I could go out if Tash and Grigori babysat.” I glanced at them as if for help, but they wouldn’t look at me. If he denied me this, I might just lose it.
“OK. But they must stay with you at all times.” He stared at them until they both nodded, straightening their backs. “Gavriil will get you a phone and credit card before you leave.”
Vlad placed a plate of food down in front of me, and my stomach growled right at that moment.
“Eat, then meet me in my office. I have someone I want you to meet.” On that note Kreos left, Gavriil following behind him.
I bounced happily in my seat, knowing that I was getting out of the house.
Gavriil came back a few minutes later and handed me a brand-new phone. For whatever reason, I wasn’t allowed to keep my old one, but I didn’t argue with him about it. He also slid a black credit card over and said I could buy anything I wanted, which he didn’t seem so happy about. Maybe I would stop at the bookstore and get him a book on how to chill the hell out.
After I finished eating, I met Kreos in his office—he was now fully dressed, thank God. We walked down a series of hallways until we ended in front of a set of glass sliding doors. Two men with guns stood outside, and they stepped to the side as the doors swooshed open. Nadya walked out, her arms full of dead flowers. She gave us a curt nod and limped down the hall. I wondered what had happened to her leg, but thought it might be rude of me to ask.
We went inside the bright white room, and I was surprised to see a man lay in the bed, hooked up to a heart monitor and some other machines. Kreos walked over, moving the man’s hair off his forehead.
“Who is this?” I stepped closer, looking between the two of them. They both shared similar facial features, and I realized they must be related.
“My brother, Constantine.” There was coldness in his voice, and I really hoped Kreos wasn’t the reason his brother was in this condition.
“What happened to him?”
“Someone tried to kill him. They almost succeeded, but us Zokrovs don’t go down easy.” His jaw clenched, and I could sense his anger.
He explained his brother had gotten shot in the shoulder and had also gotten a concussion. A Good Samaritan had taken him to the hospital as a John Doe. He’d been in good condition, but overnight, something had happened and he’d ended up in a coma. Now he was being cared for at Kreos’ estate so he could be protected at all times.
The whole thing sounded insane. Was this how my life was going to be? Constantly worrying if someone was going to shoot Kreos? Or me, Dove, anyone else?
Kreos stared down at his brother, a soft look on his face. “My mother tried so hard to pit us against each other our whole lives. As children, she’d tell him I’d stolen his toys, or I’d set them on fire out of spite because I was jealous. Then she’d tell me he’d poisoned my food, and I wouldn’t eat for days, fearful I would die. As we got older, her tales become more elaborate and deadly. On his thirteenth birthday she told him I was planning on killing him and hurting our sister Bela, and that they should kill me first.”
“Why would she do that to her own children?” I couldn’t imagine the fear she’d put them through. No wonder he had trust issues.
“She hated my father because he dragged her into this lifestyle, then forced her to have his children. When having affairs didn’t deter his obsession with her, she became hell-bent on making everyone’s life as miserable as hers.”
I reached for him, placed my hand on his arm. “I’m sorry, Kreos.”
“It’s in the past. My relationship with my siblings is stronger because of it. My parents will be here for the wedding.” He looked down at me, searching my eyes. “I’ll keep my mother far away from you, but I need you to be aware of what she’s capable of.”
I nodded, unsure of what to say. So, his mom was a complete psychopath, and I should avoid her at all costs. Got it.
Seeing him with his brother made him more human, and not the enemy I was used to dealing with. It was a bitter pill to swallow knowing that I was in this situation because of things I had done. I’d stolen from him, and when my sister had killed someone to save me, I’d called him to clean up the mess. He could have killed me at any time, or refused to help, but he hadn’t. I wasn’t saying that any of this was OK, because it wasn’t. And the first chance I got to escape? I was taking it. But in the meantime, I had to remember we were all human; we all bled the same color blood. There was a heart inside Kreos, and even though it was twisted, a small part of me knew he was capable of being a decent man.
He placed his hand on my lower back and walked me out of the room. My skin tingled where he touched me, wreaking havoc on my willpower.
“Gavriil mentioned that our apartment has been packed up, but there’s something I need to grab from there,” I said as we walked back to the kitchen.
“No.”
I stopped and turned to face him. “Why not? I thought it was all taken care of?”
“I’ll have someone bring you your things today. You don’t need to go back there.” His eyes searched mine and he took a step closer, crowding my space. “Unless you want to be punished, then I suggest you behave yourself.”
There was no mistaking the heat in his eyes. I distinctly remembered something about tying me up if I misbehaved, and my cheeks heated at the thought. He walked me back to the kitchen without saying another word.
Looked like I was getting punished then, because there was no way they’d found my secret box in the vent. And I wasn’t willing to tell Kreos or Gavriil about it because I didn’t want them to look through my box of secrets. No, I was going to get it myself. It was better to ask for forgiveness than permission, right?
After double-checking that Dove didn’t want to go with us, I met Tash and Grigori in the garage. And by garage, I meant a building that housed over twenty different kinds of cars from a Bugatti to a Lamborghini and even a Ferrari or two. There was also a fleet of armored SUVs and sedans. I tried opening the back door to the SUV myself and almost fell to the ground trying to yank it open.
“Miss Wolfe, please, let me get the door.” Grigori opened it like it was nothing, explaining it was armored, that was why it was so heavy.
“Damn, Grigori, you must work out if you can open it so easily.” I poked his biceps jokingly, but his eyes widened and he stepped back.
“Please, Miss Wolfe, the Pakhan will cut off my arm if he sees you touching me.”
“You’re joking.” I scrunched up my nose and looked at Tash. She shook her head from side to side. “Oh, come on. He would never—” The words died on my lips at the serious look on Grigori’s face. “OK, I’m really sorry. We’ll act like this didn’t happen.”
His shoulders visibly relaxed. “We’ll act like what didn’t happen? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“He’ll also cut out your eye if you wink at her again, Grig,” Tash scolded from behind me.
I held my hands up. “Nobody’s losing an arm or eye. Let’s just go before I get us all in trouble.” I jumped in the back.
We drove through the massive grounds that were beautifully landscaped and covered in oak trees and greenery. Tash pointed out the workout facility, along with a guest house that looked like a mini-mansion. The pool and jacuzzi I’d already seen, and the staff barracks were mostly hidden from view by the trees. Apparently, they housed Kreos’ personal security, some soldiers, cleaning staff, and gardeners.
The compound was surrounded by stone walls and electric fencing, which was monitored continuously via a state-of-the-art surveillance system. Armed guards at the metal front gate waved us through so we could leave .
We were about an hour from Brooklyn, in Westchester County, and I spent that time trying to get to know Tash and Grigori better since it seemed like I would be spending a lot of time with them.
Grigori, who liked to be called Grig for short, was twenty-five and had grown up in the Bratva. His father and uncles were captains back in Russia and served under Kreos’ father. He’d been in the States for a few years, and I got the sense that he was trying to prove himself worthy to Kreos. On the car ride he was constantly cracking his knuckles, making me cringe each time.
Tash, who was in her early thirties, claimed she’d learned to fight before she could walk. At eighteen, she’d fled Russia to escape her family’s influence and ended up serving with an elite unit in the military. She was an expert in hand-to-hand combat, but when I asked her to show me some moves, she said we’d have to ask Kreos first. So, I was guessing that answer was going to be no.
The closer we got to Brooklyn, the more my palms began to sweat. I didn’t know what there was to be nervous about. Oh, wait, maybe the family of the man my sister had killed might be waiting to kidnap me.
I sent a text to our group chat that included Solene, Mira, and Margot. There was too much to say, but I knew I couldn’t say any of it, so I settled on letting them know that Dove and I were OK, that I had a surprise for them, and I would call them in a few days.
Short and simple. The second I sent it, the chat exploded, and I closed out of the app. Was I being a chicken? Absolutely. I just didn’t want to get into it until I was ready. Besides, Gavriil had warned not to say anything incriminating because we never knew who was listening. But I could guarantee Gavriil and Kreos were.
I also texted Dylan, asking if he was OK and telling him to call me. The text failed to deliver though, which made me rub my temples. Kreos had promised he wouldn’t hurt him. Had he lied? I would have to ask him tonight at dinner.
The art center was bustling with students and teachers, who all waved and said hello as I passed through the halls. Grig and Tash hadn’t been playing when they’d said I couldn’t leave their sight. They were on me like bees on honey the entire time.
The familiar scent of chemicals and paper greeted me when I pushed open the door to the darkroom. It was such a comforting smell that reminded me of all the times I’d brought Dove and Dylan here. They were fascinated by watching the images emerge from blank sheets like magic. They’d thought I was a wizard until they turned ten.
I gently unclipped from the drying line a photo of me and Dove from our “free day” and held it up to the red glow of the safelight. We were both smiling so big that I decided it was my favorite picture. I carefully stacked my prints and met Grig and Tash in the hallway.
“I just need to stop at the butcher’s shop for Dove—oh, and one more place. I’ll give you directions.”
Grig and Tash exchanged looks as we walked back to the car. “The Pakhan knows about this?”
I scoffed and nodded my head. “Well, of course, don’t be silly. I just need to pick up a few things from my old apartment is all. Important documents.”
They were having a silent conversation with their eyes that I didn’t like one bit. I leaned forward between the front seats and pointed at the coffee shop to distract them. “Who wants coffee? My treat. They have really good chocolate cake; we can get some and bring it back.”
That seemed to work because thirty minutes later we were sipping coffee and standing in front of my apartment. Grig walked ahead of us every step of the way, making sure of—well, I didn’t know what, but he was checking for something.
Once inside, my eyes landed on the spot where Dario’s body had been. There was nothing out of the ordinary. No blood or signs of any struggle. If anything, it looked cleaner than it ever had. Boxes of mine and Dove’s stuff were lined perfectly against the wall. It felt strange being here again, like I just didn’t belong there. A part of me worried that I might freak out being back in the place where I’d been attacked, but I felt—nothing. No fear, no panic. I just wanted to get my stuff and never look back.
I didn’t want Grig or Tash to question what I was doing, so I found a few boxes of Dove’s things that I knew she’d want and told Grig and Tash to take them to the car. They both scrunched up their faces, and I scowled at them.
“Guys, nobody is here. I’m going to be fine if you leave me alone for two minutes. Nothing is going to happen to me, and I’m definitely not going anywhere. So please, take the boxes for me. Dove needs them.” I used my firmest voice, which seemed to work. They each grabbed two boxes and took them downstairs.
I ran to the bathroom, shut the door, and slid the step stool over to the vent. My box was tucked away inside, and I pulled it out and made sure everything was still there.
A noise from just outside the door had my ears perking up. Damn, were they already back? It seemed like only seconds had passed.
The doorknob jiggled and I rolled my eyes. “You guys need to chill—” The words died on my lips as I flung the door open and came face to face with Agent Greene.
My eyes widened in surprise. Her posture was stiff, and her arm was at her side, as if she was reaching for her weapon. “What are you doing here?”
“Alora, I’ve been looking all over for you.” She reached for me, but I stepped around her.
My legs felt like jelly as I set my box on the table next to Angus, my poor pothos plant that was not looking so good. Just keep it cool. She’s not looking for you because she knows you and Dove killed a man. Or any of the other felonies you’ve recently committed.
“Well, here I am.” I threw my hands up and offered a small smile. “But now is not a good time.”
Just leave before Grig and Tash come back and things get ugly.
She scoffed and sauntered over with her hands on her hips. “You know, your little friend Solene called me a few days ago terrified something had happened to you and Dove.”
“I’m sorry she bothered you. Dove and I went on a last-minute trip and didn’t tell anyone.” I shrugged and picked up my spray bottle, giving Angus a good mist.
“Well, you know what I found really interesting? When I put your name in the system, it came back tied to Kreos Zokrov all of a sudden.” She stepped closer, watching me like a hawk. “Word on the street is he’s now engaged. To you.”
Well, shit. That had escalated quickly. How the hell would anyone know about me and Kreos already? That seemed impossible. Were the FBI always watching him this closely?
She needed to leave, and now, because I did not like where this conversation was headed. “My personal life is none of your business.” I kept my voice calm, in control, even though every muscle in my body was tense, ready for me to run out the room.
“Alora.” She grabbed my arm, her voice softer this time. “He’s a criminal mastermind. A monster in a suit. What does he have on you? You can tell me. I can help.”
A surge of defensive anger flared inside my chest, surprising me. Why did I feel the need to defend him all of a sudden when she was exactly right? Was this Stockholm syndrome? Damn, that Adonis belt had really done a number on me this morning.
She leaned in closer, her voice lowering. “We can help each other. We’ve been trying to build a case against him for years, but it always crumbles. Witnesses vanish, evidence disappears, files go missing. We’re left grasping at straws. But if he’s forced you into marriage, and you’re obviously moving in with him”—she looked around at all the boxes—“then you can get the evidence we need. You’re a photographer. It could work. You could be our key to finally nailing him.”
My body stiffened, a chill running down my spine. I tried to wrench my arm free, but her grip tightened. “I don’t know what you’re even talking about. But I want you to leave. Now.”
“But—”
“Step away from Miss Wolfe.” Grig’s voice came from the doorway.
Agent Greene stiffened at the distinct sound of a gun cocking.
Oh, fuck, this wasn’t going to end well for anyone.
“Put your hands up and move away from her,” he instructed again, his voice completely calm.
“I’m a federal agent, asshole.” She held her hands up and turned to face him.
“You’re also breaking and entering.” Tash came from around the corner, her gun drawn as well. “And harassing Miss Wolfe, it would seem.”
“I could arrest you for pulling a gun on me,” Agent Greene snapped.
“We all know you won’t do that.” Tash took a step closer.
“Alora,” Agent Greene huffed, looking from them to me.
“I think you should leave, Agent, and don’t come back. Unless you catch the people who hurt Dove, you don’t need to contact us again.” I nodded at Grig, who stepped to the side so Agent Greene could walk out.
She scowled at the three of us as she walked to the front door, her hands still raised. “Think about what I said, Alora.” Once she got to the door, she looked over her shoulder then took off running.
I sighed heavily, my shoulders slumping. That couldn’t be good.
Tash and Grig stood with their arms crossed over their chests. They did not look happy with me .
“OK, maybe this should be another thing we don’t tell Kreos? Like the arm and eye thing?”
They shook their heads and motioned for me to come with them.
Damn, I was in so much trouble now.
*** ***
I checked myself in the mirror one more time before dinner. The red satin dress clung to me in all the right spots. Anyone would feel beautiful in a dress like this. I’d never worn anything so luxurious and soft before.
I’d put it on for two reasons. One, once Kreos found out I lied to him, I was hoping this dress would keep me from being locked up like a prisoner again. Even though he’d told me he wouldn’t do that again, how was I supposed to trust him?
The other reason was because I wanted to live for once. Once I was able to escape this place, I’d never be able to afford to wear something like this. So why not enjoy it while I could?
When it was time, I made my way down to the dining room. I froze at the doorway, my hand flying to my chest at the massive dog sitting just inside the room. It growled low and evil, and I took a step back.
“Sasha,” Kreos snapped. “Don’t be jealous, printsessa .” He came forward and rubbed the top of her head. She looked up at him adoringly, and then I swore she glared at me. “Come say hello, Alora.”
“Um, are you sure? Because she looks like she wants to eat my face.”
He chuckled, the sound sending a zing up my spine. “She won’t harm you.”
OK, so we’re just trusting she’s not going to bite me. I stepped forward slowly, with my hand held out so she could sniff me. That seemed to upset her even more, and she snapped at me. I jumped back with a gasp, which only made Kreos laugh even more.
“Bad girl, go on.” He patted her butt and ushered her out of the room. I only relaxed when he shut the door and she couldn’t get back in. “We’ll work on it.”
His gaze traveled up and down my body, his eyes greedy. “You look stunning, kotic .” He trailed his fingers down my bare shoulder and arm until he gripped my hand. “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
My whole body warmed at the fire in his eyes. He brought my hand up to his lips, kissing my knuckles. OK, this was definitely some sort of mind control manipulation. I could guarantee that Grig and Tash reported to him as soon as we’d gotten home. He knew I’d disobeyed him, so why wasn’t he angry? The fact that he wasn’t had me on edge.
There was no plate of food at my spot at the table. Oh, so maybe that was it. He was going to starve me until I confessed. But that didn’t happen either. Instead he took me by the hand and led me to his spot at the head of the table. He sat down and spread his legs, patting his thigh.
“What are you doing? I was planning on eating my dinner. You don’t have to do this tonight.” My eyes darted from his to his open legs.
He made a tisking sound and shook his head. “You lost the right to feed yourself after last night. It’s my responsibility to make sure you eat, so I will feed you. Now sit.” There was no room for argument in his voice .
My thoughts raced ahead, debating on what would happen if I said no. Did I even want to say no? I sat down on his leg, his arm wrapping around my stomach and bringing me closer to his body.
“Much better,” he murmured.
Candlelight flickered across the table, casting a warm glow around us as he cut into the chicken. I opened my mouth when he brought the fork to my lips, savoring the delicious flavor.
“Do you have anything you’d like to tell me, Alora?”
The low purr of his tone sent my pulse racing. I should have been ashamed of myself for being so turned on by the enemy. At this rate, I would probably start confessing things I hadn’t even done wrong.
“The chicken is lovely,” I answered, making him chuckle. The sound vibrated against my back, making me bite my bottom lip.
“It is, isn’t it?” He cut another piece, bringing it up to my mouth. “Did you misbehave today?”
“I thought I was pretty good today.” I swallowed the piece of chicken, turning my head slightly. “May I have some potatoes?”
“Of course.” His hand flexed against my stomach as he scooped up some potatoes, feeding them to me. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. “Did you do something that would upset me?”
“How can I know what would upset you? I mean, we don’t really know each other all that well,” I rambled. It was like my body couldn’t sit still, energy ready to explode from me. Maybe if I avoided his questions, that would stop whatever was going to happen next.
“Fair point. And to be clear, you understood when I said you would be punished if you disobeyed me?”
I tried to stand, but he held me in place, tugging me against his chest. Butterflies danced in my stomach, and I gripped his arm that was wrapped around my stomach. “Please don’t lock me up.”
“I told you I wouldn’t do that again, and I will never lie to you, kotic .” His breath was warm against my neck, sending goosebumps down my arms. “But you will be punished, as I promised. Do you accept your punishment?”
He wanted my consent for whatever he was going to do. Tie me up? The thought had me squeezing my thighs together. Kreos growled deep in his throat, the sound only amplifying the electricity in the room.
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” He released me, and I instantly missed the warmth of his hands. “Stand up.”
I stood, not asking any questions. A moment later, his fingers trailed up the back of my calves, to the inside of my thighs, up and over my ass. I gasped as he tugged on my panties, dragging them down my legs.
Wait, was he going to fuck me? Was I even ready for that?
“Come here and lie across my lap.” His voice melted over me like honey and I turned to face him. He held his hand out, and I held it as I lay across his legs.
All my senses felt heightened as he dragged my dress up, exposing my bare ass. His hands caressed between my legs, not touching my pussy, but almost. It was enough to have me squirming, and I yelped at the first smack that landed on my ass.
“This is what bad girls get, Alora.” Smack. “I think ten should suffice, don’t you?”
I nodded, earning me another slap. My flesh burned, and I bit my bottom lip at the sensation. Because it stung, but it also felt good. And that was a surprise to me. Had I just unlocked a new kink?
“Use your words, kotic .” He rubbed his hand over the spot he had just smacked, making my thighs tremble with anticipation.
“Yes, Kreos,” I breathed.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he purred. “Start counting.”
That was the only warning I got before the next slap landed, then another. I counted out each pass of his hand, my voice getting louder, breathier with each stroke. How was it possible to hurt so much, but also feel so good at the same time? By the time I counted to ten, I was a quivering mess on his lap, my breath coming out in shallow gasps as if I’d been running.
“Spread those beautiful thighs for me.”
It was like I was hypnotized as I spread my legs slightly, knowing exactly what he would find.
“Is all that wetness for me?” he rasped, his fingers gripping the insides of my thighs, keeping me spread open.
“Yes,” I murmured, unable to form a coherent thought at that point. “Please.”
“I should punish you further, kotic . Deny you for disobeying me.” His voice was low, gravelly, and I whimpered in the back of my throat. “But your pretty little cunt is desperate for me.”
His filthy mouth was going to make me come even before he touched me down there. Which I didn’t have to wait for. A moment later, his fingers were between my legs, spreading my pussy obnoxiously open.
“Oh, God,” I cried as he slid a finger up and down my slit, spreading my wetness all over.
“There is no God here, my love. Just the Devil, and I’ve come to collect your soul.” The forcefulness in his voice had me arching my back as he pumped a finger inside of me, then another. “This greedy little cunt is squeezing me so hard. Are you enjoying my fingers, Alora? Do you liked getting fucked by them? Tell me, kotic . Tell me how much you’re enjoying being filled up by me.”
A tingling sensation ran from the top of my spine, down to my toes. I couldn’t form any words at this point, just senseless moaning as he fucked me deep with his fingers. My pussy clenched around him, not wanting to let him go.
Minutes passed as he teased and stroked me, my body burning like an inferno with each pump of his fingers. The noises my pussy was making should have mortified me, but it only turned me on even more. When he circled my clit with expert precision, I cried out, begging for more.
After only a few more strokes, my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I screamed out, little black dots dancing in my vision. It was like my whole body was blazing with fire, warmth spreading through me. My entire body went limp, and it seemed like I would never catch my breath again.
He removed his fingers, and I turned my head to watch as he licked them clean. I sighed, allowing him to lift me so that I was straddling him. His gaze was fierce as he studied my face, his arms wrapped around me tightly.
“May I kiss the sweet lips that love lying to me?” he murmured.
My heart skipped a beat when I realized he was asking for my permission. I nodded, his grip instantly tightening around me.
I wasn’t expecting the softness of his lips. After the orgasm I’d just had, I thought he might try and ravish me. But no, he was gentle, soft, exploring.
It was lovely, if I was being honest. And just as soon as it started, he stopped. He pressed his forehead against mine, his breath coming out slightly ragged.
I yelped when he stood, taking me with him. He pushed the dining room door open and headed up the stairs. When we got to his bedroom, he let me stand.
“You’re sleeping in here from now on.”
It wasn’t a question.
It was a demand.
And after the orgasm he’d just given me, I didn’t have the strength to argue.
Was that going to be the reason I let him keep me locked in this cage? Because I had no willpower when he touched me?
Maybe I’d have to reconsider Agent Greene’s proposal after all.